![]() ![]() ![]() I could hear the lyric, "I want to walk endlessly, my beloved Pyongyang night. I would soon get used to the blasting intrusion of recorded music, but on that first day, it struck me as ominous, and intensified the feeling of being watched. As I approached the IT building, I could hear music booming from a speaker in the foyer. It resembled Juche Tower, which dominated Pyongyang, and I wondered how many such towers there were around this country. Students called it the Forever Tower because the words OUR GREAT LEADER IS FOREVER WITH US were carved into one side, top to bottom. To its left was the monument I had seen when we first drove in. I had been warned that women generally did not wear pants in North Korea, and I could not remember ever having seen them on previous trips to Pyongyang.Īt 7:15 a.m., I stood outside my dormitory facing the five-story structure where classes were held, known as the IT (Information Technology) building. Remembering the dress code, I put on a light blue button-down shirt, a calf-length gray skirt, and a pair of low heels. Never having taught English as a second language before, I felt nervous as well as excited. AS IT HAPPENED, THE FIRST DAY OF CLASSTHE DAY WHEN A group of mostly American teachers took on the education of 270 North Korean young menfell on July Fourth, but no one seemed to notice the irony. ![]()
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